#but listen hear me outt

[bathtub4rats]

another drawingg of Lupin and his goon

i dont have an ulterior motive for drawing lupin with his big men i prommy

[adamshallperish]

how do bruce springsteen dykes feel about. lindseybuckingham.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

I’d like to headcanon that some of the squad have shared playlists , and one giant one for them all . They check out each others Spotify or Amazon or YouTube idk what they use anyway they check it out and if it pairs similar to their own , they join together and create one to play when they are chilling or showing to the others . The BIG one is them all together , meaning lots and lots and lots of bickering over what song gets put in and what doesn’t . Usually , it’s just Aiden complaining about the songs he can’t add ( VERY mixed style , some songs are a little too goofy . But don’t worry , he’ll add them on when no one’s looking )

[teddybeartoji]

sorry to be on this gender train all the time (it's so much fun) but i hope you do see me as the softest most loving girl in the world but also as the biggest dipshit of a guy in the world LMAOO PLSS i mean like the dick older brother from an 00's film yk this is who i am at my core i'm afraid

[fuckmymunson]

HEAR ME OUTT... dom reader with sub Remus.. who has a praise kink

I’m listening…

Tall asf skinny boy that looks like might kill you but secretly likes you to choke him and ride his face. Sub!Remus likes it when you straddle his thighs and grind against him. Whispering how sweet and good he is for you, how amazing his cock makes you feel and how you need him to fill you up.

[blackenedsnow]

GIRL, HOW DO YOU GET SO MANY REQUEST IN SUCH A SHORT TIME?!? It's scary but also beautiful!! 😭🤍 anyways I remember my requestss, so hear me outt.

Itoshi rin!Reader playing on the famous football team and shadow who's just a ultimate lifeform but also her big brother, they got on well because since both of them are cold and serious(i had actually thought for myers but shadow made more sense afterwards..!) Reader was constantly working hard to attend national matches and was winning the matches ahead of her,of course shadow always reminded her to not work too much hard but she didnt listen and shadow always find her training herself on the behind their luxury home, but right in the auditions,she injured herself because of her enemy, rouge..she was a cheerleader but she copied reader by the time pass (not mommyrouge),she could not be selected for the team because of her badly injury and of course months later she and rouge got matched in the football team again and this time shadow was watching.

They had won the match, but the stadium was also a big fight after her enemy was trying to objection, so the match was disqualified and the enemy side won.

Suddenly a blood splashed around the stadium grass, everyone screamed in terror while they tried to stop and while some of tried to escape.. Thats when shadow realized A bad, very bad thing happened of both them they, reader and her enemy, stabbed each other "by mistake" while they both holding on to their collars, their hand and neck veins could be seen bu gripping so hard. And somehow they bring a knife with them? And of course reader was first one to pass out.

How would shadow react?

(This is kinda rushed bc I'm pretty tried from school and etc.)

Take care of yourselfs mi amorr! :3

blood and bonds

WARNING: Graphic injury descriptions, blood, violence, angst, and hospitals.

PAIRING: Brother! Shadow the Hedgehog & Sister! Reader

NOTE: Hi lovely! <3 Omg, first of all, I DON'T KNOW LOL!! Second, your request is wild and I absolutely LOVE IT. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, okay?

SUMMARY: After a brutal clash on the football field leaves you gravely injured, Shadow is forced to confront his greatest fear: losing you.

Shadow had always known you were relentless. Determined. Obsessively driven. You were like him in that way, and in a twisted sense, that’s why he felt at ease with you. You understood each other’s silences, the unspoken expectation to always be better.

Your career as a football player on the national stage was more than a goal—it was your entire existence. Every match was a war you had to win. Shadow admired that intensity, but he also feared it. Because he knew the cost of ambition unchecked. He’d seen it before. He lived it every day.

So, when he found you late at night, training under the cold moon behind your sprawling, luxury home, sweat-soaked and exhausted, he’d say the same thing:

“Enough, (Y/N). You’re overworking yourself.”

You’d never listen. You’d just flash a cold, determined look and say, “I can’t stop now, Shadow.”

And, in that quiet way of his, he’d stand by you, never saying more, but always watching. Because that’s what big brothers did.

The day of the auditions arrived like a storm. You were laser-focused, the crowd’s roar white noise in your ears. Everything hinged on this. But so did your enemy’s hopes.

Rouge—the smug, calculating cheerleader who’d copied your every move, not out of admiration, but to beat you at your own game. Shadow couldn’t stand her, but he trusted you to handle it. You always did.

But fate, or perhaps jealousy, had other plans.

One moment you were going past defenders, swift and deadly as a blade. The next, pain exploded in your knee. Rouge’s outstretched foot, an intentional trip disguised as an accident, sent you crashing to the turf. Agony radiated through your leg. You barely registered the gasps from the crowd.

Shadow’s eyes narrowed from the stands. His fingers curled into fists. He knew.

When you failed to get up, his chest tightened. Trainers rushed to your side, but you already knew. The dream was slipping away.

Your injury was severe. You weren’t selected. And just like that, everything you’d worked for unraveled.

The months after were bleak. The fire in you dimmed, but never fully extinguished. Shadow kept close, trying to shield you from your own despair. He reminded you of your worth, of your strength, but his words felt hollow against your silence.

Then, the news came.

A rematch. The same team. The same enemy. Fate had handed you another chance, and this time, Shadow would be there, watching your back.

The match was brutal. Every kick, every pass was filled with rage and precision. You were back, stronger, faster—unbreakable. Shadow’s eyes followed your every move, pride and worry fighting for dominance in his heart.

When the final whistle blew, victory was yours.

But victory was fleeting.

The objections started immediately. Rouge’s side refused to accept defeat. Words turned to shouts. Shouts turned to shoving. The air crackled with hostility.

Shadow’s instincts flared. He moved to the edge of the field, ready to intervene.

And then—

A scream.

A splash of red.

Time froze. Shadow’s eyes locked on the scene: you and Rouge, hands clenched around each other’s collars, faces twisted in rage and pain. Blood dripped from both of you, staining the green grass. The glint of a knife—two knives—slipped from your grips and clattered to the ground.

You staggered, eyes wide, hands trembling as blood bloomed across your side. Rouge crumpled too, clutching her shoulder.

And then you fell.

Shadow’s world shattered.

“(Y/N)!”

He was at your side in an instant, his hands hovering over you, unsure where to touch without making it worse. Blood soaked into your jersey, pooling beneath you. Your breaths were shallow, your eyelids fluttering.

“No, no, no—stay with me!” His voice cracked, fear slicing through his usual stoic demeanor.

You tried to speak, but only a weak gasp escaped.

Shadow’s teeth clenched. His hands shook with helpless rage. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to protect you. And now—

Paramedics swarmed, pulling him back. He resisted, his red eyes blazing with fury. “Let me go!”

“Sir, we need space—”

“I said let me go!”

But even the Ultimate Lifeform couldn’t stop this.

They lifted you onto a stretcher, your body limp. Rouge was carried away too, but Shadow barely registered her. His entire universe narrowed to you.

The hours in the hospital were endless. Shadow paced the sterile hallways, his mind a storm of guilt and rage. Your stubborn determination, your refusal to rest—it had led you here. And he hadn’t stopped it.

Finally, a doctor emerged. “She’s stable, but it was close. She’ll need time to recover.”

Relief crashed over him, leaving him weak. He pushed into your room, his heart twisting at the sight of you—pale, fragile, but alive.

Your eyes opened slowly. “Shadow…?”

He took your hand, his grip firm, anchoring you. “I’m here.”

Tears welled up, spilling down your cheeks. “I’m sorry… I messed up.”

“No,” he whispered, his voice rough. “I should’ve protected you.”

You squeezed his hand, weak but determined. “We protect each other.”

Shadow’s throat tightened. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Then let me protect you better this time. No more pushing yourself past the edge.”

You nodded, tears mingling with his. In that quiet, fragile moment, you both understood: strength wasn’t just fighting alone. It was knowing when to let someone stand by your side.

And Shadow would always stand by yours.

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got a Friend (part 9)

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Hello and we’re back to school, it’s a day after the last part. (With a time jump at some point) And I think I copied a lot from my notes, so you get an extra long part 😘

Also I don’t think I mentioned this before but the title is lyrics from Andy Grammer’s song Spaceship! (The song is him talking to his unborn baby)

Eddie drags himself to school, even if Janet suggested just dropping out of Hawkins High and going to the school Steve finished from. But he’s determined to finish just to flip all of them off for thinking he’s nothing.

Luckily, Gareth not only had his homework from yesterday but he also filled him in on what happened in at least their shared classes. Then he stayed for dinner and officially met Janet.

He stops dead in his walk to his locker when he spots Nancy Wheeler standing right by it, groaning he makes his way over, “Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it Wheeler”

She bristles at him, crossing her arms, “You were at Steve’s yesterday”

Of all the things, she starts with. And it’s that? Well, he smirks and turns to her, and knows others in the hall are also listening in.

“I was, Stevie and I are just great friends” he easily lets out, and his smirk turns to a full manic grin when he hears gasps, he fakes a pout, “he and I were sick, I didn’t want my poor uncle also catching it, so I stayed with Stevie”

He can’t fucking wait to tell this to Stevie.

Whispers are immediate and Nancy looks completely taken back, so he sighs, “leave me alone, Nancy. You broke up with him, not the other way around and it’s been a year.”

He leaves with that and slams his locker shut before making his way to class.

Lunch rolls around and he’s listening to Grant and Jeff whine about not seeing Eleanor after Gareth bragged about seeing her. He rolls his eyes, “you do know she’s still sick, right? He only got to see her, he couldn’t even hold her”

That causes his two friends to shut up and Gareth laughs, “they can’t help it Ed, she’s just so adorable”

“Who’s adorable?”

He looks up and finds Dustin and Lucas sitting down, “eh just my-“

“His baby….cousin” Gareth

“His…cat” Jeff

“I don’t know who we’re talking about are we even sure it’s a she?” Grant

Eddie rolls his eyes and pointedly stares at Grant, because, what the fuck kind of excuse is that? He looks between the two freshmen and thinks ‘at least it’s not Wheeler Jr.’

So he clears his throat and catches all of their attention, “Gareth’s right, she is my baby….cousin” both Gareth and himself had a ridiculous long pause between the words, “she’s sick right now and only so many people can hold her”

That seems to hold them over and he eats his lunch in silence.

Just before lunch finishes, he’s happily resting his head on the table with his eyes closed and listening to his friends arguing over nothing important, when someone taps him on the shoulder, “I don’t care who that is, I’m beat. Go away”

“Munson, come on, aren’t you selling?”

His eyes snap open and he realizes his friends are all quiet, turning around he finds fucking Jason Carver’s crew behind him with Andy leading. “I haven’t sold anything in months, fuck off”

It causes the basketball team to laugh, “what you’ve gone clean?”

He rolls his eyes, “that’s usually what that means. I don’t have anything to give you”

The jocks all glare at him and Andy shoves him into the table, “full of shit” muttered under his breath and all that does, is makes him roll his eyes and hiss when his chest aches.

“Dude, you good?” Grant holds his shoulder, “that looks like it hurt”

Nodding, he touches his chest and winces. Already trying to figure out how to explain that to Steve. “It did, fuck, why did I ever think selling was a good way to life?”

That breaks whatever spell was over his friends, causing all of them to laugh. It’s only Gareth that shakes his head and mutters “all it took was knocking Steve up to get your head outta your ass” to him.

Which, well, he’s not wrong.

Once he’s at home, he finds Steve and Eleanor taking a nap. So, he checks out his chest and he winces at the red mark from the table.

He hears a groan and it makes him drop his shirt, looking back inside the room to find Steve tossing in bed. Peeking at Eleanor, she’s still asleep before making his way into bed, “Hey sleeping beauty” he presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder.

“Hm, if I’m sleeping beauty, does that make you prince phillip?”

Laughing softly, he grabs hold of Steve’s arm to move him to his back, “hm, I guess it does”

Eddie puts what happened at lunch to the back of his mind and instead lazily makes out with Steve. Because this? This is what he’d rather be doing.

——————

Eleanor starts walking at six months, which is also when Hawkins High unfortunately finds out what happened all those months ago.

Steve and Eddie aren’t embarrassed, they aren’t ashamed either. They just like having their privacy and enjoying life without all the expectations others had for them.

Their friends had suggested bringing her to the park and so, the six of them made their way to the only baby friendly park in town.

They’re an odd looking bunch, so almost immediately people notice them. Eddie is holding Eleanor’s hand and helping her walk and Steve is in front of them encouraging the little girl to move towards him. Their friends are all cheering her on.

It’s when Steve catches her and spins around while pressing kisses all over her face, and the praise, “my baby is so smart, gonna make all of us chase her soon!” That really makes those around whisper.

The group is sitting in a circle on the grass, trying to get her to go to each of them when Dustin and Lucas spots them on their bikes. Their friends nearly crash into them, “what the fuck dude?”

Both Dustin and Lucas have no words, they just point towards the group and they hear the giggles from Eleanor as Eddie presses kisses all over her face before letting her go and standing her up.

“Is that, Eddie?” Mike looks so dumbfounded, then his eyes go wide at who Eddie drags into his lap, “is that STEVE?”

“Eddie knows Steve?” “didn’t he leave town?” “Whose baby is that?”

Will is the only one that moves towards the group and it isn’t until he’s half way over that his friends follow over, catching the attention of Eddie and Steve. Eleanor wiggles out of Jeff’s hold and crawls over to her parents, Steve scooping her up easily as the four boys stop next to them.

“Aren’t you guys a little old for this type of park?” Gareth raises an eyebrow at them, “isn’t the age limit 5?”

Eddie giggles and looks up at the younger teens, “what’s up little sheep?”

Mike is just openly gaping at Steve, who’s swaying slightly and holding the baby as if he’s been doing it his whole life. Dustin is the one that points at the little family and cutting straight to the point, “uh, what? are you guys like a couple?”

It makes all of the older teens burst out to laugh, Steve hides his face by the little baby while Eddie is nearly falling backwards at how hard he’s laughing. It’s neither of the young parents that answer, instead it’s Grant, “Eddie and Steve are the absolute worst kind of couple. I swear it’s like they’re already mated sometimes”

It clearly blows their minds because their eyes widen and all the words die on their tongues.

Steve glared at Grant, “I already told you! We can’t, we both have to be eighteen!”

The rest of them roll their eyes, while Jeff leans over and poke at his cheek, “Ellie here would say other wise”

It brings a full blown blush to both their cheeks.

“Is- is she yours?” It’s Will that says this, he’s also blushing. He seems to be the only one to get out of the shock. The other three is still frozen with their mouths dropped at Eddie and Steve and Eleanor.

Steve sighs and looks between the boys, “Yeah, she is. I had her just before the school year started.” Eleanor lets out a whine, causing him to look down and he patted her back before look at his watch, “and it’s time to feed her, so Eds and I gotta go.”

The younger teens saw the rest grimace before standing up, Gareth helping Steve stand up while Eddie jumped up afterwards, “it’s been fun, young sheep.”

The five friends just know, come tomorrow, Eddie and Steve will be the talk of the school.

——— The next day ———

It’s nearly the second Eddie enters the school that eyes are on him. He doesn’t know how or who, but it’s definitely been said. It’s out and the only thing he’s happy about is that Steve is no longer in this school. That he’s at home chasing Eleanor around the house.

Steve has never admitted it and lies through his teeth when he says rumors don’t bother him, but Eddie’s spent enough time with him and has been told by Janet that rumors definitely do mess with Steve. That it gets to him like anyone else.

Luckily, he’s been the town freak long enough that most things roll off him. So, he’s not at all ashamed when the first set of whispers happen as he walks to his locker.

Somehow he makes it all the way to second period before someone finally is brave enough to actually ask him anything, which is frankly, amazing.

“So, I heard a rumor” it’s Chrissy Cunningham that whispers next to him, and he looks away from the teacher, her eyes wide as she speaks. She actually looks shocked, like she didn’t mean to say anything. He rolls his hand to get her to speak more.

She shakes her head and glances to the front, finding the teacher moving around the classroom. “Is it- true?”

“Is what true?” He’s a petty asshole, he knows exactly what she’s asking.

She opens her mouth, then snaps it shut when the teacher hands her papers. Then mouths, “after?”

Shrugging, he continues on doodling as he blindly grabs the paper from the teacher. Ignoring the annoyance rolling of them.

‘After’ turns out to be as soon as the bell rings, and not just Chrissy is looking at him. But several other people, and unlike Chrissy. They’re not at all ashamed or embarrassed to ask the unsaid question.

“Is it true that you and Steve Harrington have a baby?”

There’s poorly disguised annoyance or maybe disgust, he doesn’t know and honestly? That’s what makes him smirk at them, “Oh, is that the rumor? Well, it seems the secret’s out.”

All of them gasp and he pulls his bag over his shoulder and gives a bow before making his way out of the room with them speechless.

“What did you do?” He grins as Gareth falls into step with him, “I know that look all too well, Eddie”

He laughs and throws his arm around him, “Oh my dear Gareth, someone has loose lips and Stevie and I are the talk of the school” he fakes a gasp with his hand against his chest, “and you wouldn’t believe it! I didn’t deny it”

Gareth just shakes his head and doesn’t question him, which is a nice change to the whispers.

He gets asked the same question five more times between the first and lunch. The younger members of hellfire all question him the minute he sits down and he’s surprised to see them whispering between each other at first.

Then, as he’s listening to Jeff gush about Eleanor and Gareth explaining how much of a helicopter parent Steve can be, someone taps on his shoulder. He has a very good idea at who it is and he’s already grinning that manic smile that usually scares people away.

His friends’ voices die down as his eyes land on Nancy Wheeler.

“Is it true? Did you really get Steve pregnant and are now parents to a baby? Is that why he disappeared?”

She’s looking at him with the same determination like the week before when she was trying to say he wasn’t good for Steve. Like she knew his boyfriend better than him.

“Stevie and I are the proud parents of one six month old baby.” He says simply and then points to where Mike is, “Little Wheeler saw yesterday. She’s very much real, and no, Stevie never disappeared. We just don’t go to many places.”

Nancy isn’t the only one to grow silent, that’s when he notices so many eyes on them. He’s not surprised, it’s a little disappointing he wasn’t standing on the table for this.

“Six months?” Nancy whispers, “is, is that why he wouldn’t-“ she snaps her mouth shut and he notices the freshmen all widen their eyes.

Before he could ask what the hell happened just now, Gareth clears his throat and points at a very disgusted looking Jason Carver. He grins, hops up on the table with a point, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to address the rumors going around. For starters, I’d like to say that I’m so glad Stevie is no longer here, because all of you are fucking assholes, and secondly, those rumors are completely true. Not that any of you needed to know”

He jumps off the table and grins a little too crazy at Carver, “would you like something, Carver?”

The other alpha snapped his mouth shut and curled his hands into fists, spitting out, “you really are a freak, and you made King Steve one!”

His mood is instantly changed and his friends all widen their eyes as his scent is immediately giving away just how pissed off he is.

The whole cafeteria is silent.

“What was that? Did I hear you correctly?”

His words are nearly whispered, his face not giving anything away even with his scent betraying it. He narrowed his eyes at Carver, who is stuck still. Either from realizing how much he screwed up or by Eddie’s completely pissed off scent.

Eddie can handle rumors, he can handle people talking about him. It’s simple and he’s built up enough tolerance for it that everything rolls off him easier.

But speaking about Steve?

Yeah, he can’t handle that.

Someone could drop a pin and everyone would hear it as they watched Jason standing over Eddie. Still frozen while Eddie slowly stood up, using his height to his advantage.

“Speak about me all you want, Carver. I don’t give a damn, I know I’m a freak. But do not speak about Steve. I will make your life a living hell if you do” he whispers as he stops next to him, “I’ll be that little devil worshipper you truly believe I am, I will.”

It breaks the spell and Carver hightails it away with one last glare and the rest of the cafeteria comes back to life with whispers and laughter. Eddie just sits back down and controls his scent, his friends all staring at him. Only Gareth getting up, squeezing his shoulder before walking away with a promise to be back.

The rest of the day passes by without anyone else questioning him. There’s definitely whispers still and stares, but no one is brave enough to say anything to him.

Which he is so thankful for.

He’s making his way to the drama room, absolutely dreading hellfire mostly because it means another hour or three away from the two he really wants to be with. Sighing, he pushes the door only to be met with a squealing and the very noticeable scent of lemon and honey.

He’s met with a sheepish Gareth standing next to a grinning Steve, Eleanor already in Jeff’s lap trying to grab his dice.

~~~

I’m gonna end it there, the secrets out! Everyone knows of the cutie we all love Ellie 🩷

I have a little bit more written out, so nows the perfect time to give me some ideas for what else I can add to this! I haven’t really thought out where to go with the party or involving anything with the upside down. This was only supposed to be a slice of life fic between Steddie & their daughter. But maybe I’ll add a few more parts if people want it 😊 also let me know if you see any typos or mistakes lol

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[yoirfavpainl0ver]

Okay so I'm bored so I want to share ig a 'Theory' of mine, which I think would be cool for a fic or just a random idk.. something something. You'll understand itt- I yap now. So I was thinking.. Our population as humans, our sizes. Heights. Looking at kids these days is actually kinda pathetic, they're all so short! So listen, what if, one day, MANY years in the future ofc, half the population got smaller.. Ik that probably won't happen, but for a book/fic idea.. Like... I see potential, but idk if others do. Yes, I'm implying onto the g/t fandom. A fic about our populations size shrinking a MAJOR amount. Small enough as in like, few inches.. Tallest a foot. Regular Humans also might evolve, and get taller though. So in comparison would be about Tall people, maybe around 5feet to... 10feet? Idk. Whatevers the norm rn. JUST IMAGINE THO YK? SMALL PEOPLE. WHAT IF IT ACTUALLY HAPPENS ONE DAY IF OUR WHOLE WORLD ISN'T GONE BY THEN!?!? I better as hell get reincarnated and be small.. I hope u get atleast the jist of what I'm tryna lay down, yk hear me outt.. Give me ideas maybe?? Fandom suggestions?? Dsmp? Mcyt? Something? Would anyone be interested in fanfiction on this topic, bc I feel there just isn't enough g/t fanfics. REPLY PLEASE

[milosdevotedgf]

I feel like this new yandere character we got isn’t a stealth. HEAR ME OUTT ok so i find it kinda sketchy that he told the listener to close their eyes before he came really close to them. Just saying, if they were a stealth, as least as good as SH (sweetheart), he wouldn’t have to tell them to close the listeners eyes he could just…. disappear yknow? and he would be able to phase in between walls and shit if he wanted to be discreet about his little “home invasion”. Instead bro was making a ruckus, knocking shit over as he made his way to the listener.

[doukeshi-kun]

can we talk about trash sugar magic nikolai for a sec?

HEAR ME OUTT🙏 "He's my man" from luvcat reminds me so much of the storyyyy

Please listen to it when you have time and tell me about it <3

i have been listening to it, thanks to the playlist one of my anons made! it's a very good song and i agree, it does have the story's vibe... in a way... maybe in the future 👀

[myumyuriko]

im gonna write this as fast as i can so i don't get all embarrassed

Warning(?) : clingy reader, water sex or idk (ur in a bath.. so..) blood mentions, separation anxiety!! (probably not vanilla sex so) afab anatomy :( ill try to write a amab if requested after this!!

It was another of those nights, john hasnt came home yet. God knows what the man is up to, but you kept worrying even if it was normal for him. He loves you dearly, but he wants to hide you from the world and keep you for his eyes only. At the start, you thought it was odd, but once you learned more about him you understood. You had to, if you wanted to see him at all.

It's been so long since you had a bath, you've forgotten what it felt like to just relax

"Ah, it feels so nice to just be in a nice clean house again" you had thought, after been in hiding for so long after johns last mission. The target managed to find your house, yet didnt catch you due to your training your lover put you through. You know he means well, he didnt want to lose you.

As you listened to music over the speaker you werent able to hear the door unlock, not knowing who it was your guard was still down. You missed him, awfully. You'd do anything to see him again. Anything.

"Y/N? Is that you? " you heard muffled through the door. Guessing you knew it was john, it could only be him. If anyone knew of you god knows what would happen to them when he, john found out.

"Ah! Yes! In the bath" you giggled

So many thoughts rushes into his head when he heard about that, impatiently wanting, yearning to see you yet keeping his pace under control

You heard the door open only to see the blood covered man's face soften when he saw your body, your plush, squishy yet cute body.

"Don't just stare my love, you can get in.. If you want to!! I know you just came back"

"I'm gonna do more than just stare" he stated, immediately undressing and started to get in the bath with you. Just when you thought he was too tired for it he pulled you into a kiss, ah, how soft yet messy it was. He was such a good kisser you wanted it all over your body. So did he.

You felt something when you sat on his lap you already knew, but he couldn't forget about you, leaving you unattended barely knowing any details? How cruel! Gently snaking his hands around your leg lifting it up so he can see it. See all of you, for who you truly are, his lover.

"I missed you so, my dear. " he said pushing his finger into your wet slit trying to ease into you he kissed your cheek.

"Ah, I did t-to be careful please" you stuttered, only natural as how big his fingers were for such a well built man.

"Mmh, but what if i dont want to? I want to ravish you. I want you, only you. " he said while starting to pump his fingers in and out. Forgetting about the water as it nearly started to overflow.

"Mm so wet for me yes? Do you think you're ready? " whispered into your ear.

"I ugh I think"

"I wont stop until all of me is inside of you, you only deserve the best for being so patient. " with those words, you prepared yourself.

"More. Give me more John please, I need all of it" Who was he to deny? With those words he pounded into your sopping cunt, as you pulled him closer with your legs finally reaching your cervix. Sweet, yet bitter feeling as you scratched his back looking for something to grip onto. That only fueled him more to please every part of you until you forgave him for leaving so fast like that.

"Of course, my princess, only for you. I want to breed you. I want to see it flow out. Don't let a drop. Out okay? If you do ill have to push it all back in. " he said, nearly cumming another time, so sore, he was needing to finish soon. And he knew. He knew you had to too, legs already given out? How sad.

As your walls squeezed around him one last time he emptied all of him inside of you. Feeling his once hard cock, soften insidd you, you knew it was time to get out the bath.

"Mm~ John, its time to get outt" you softly said

"I know my love, just making sure it stays, I meant what I said. I want to breed you. And, if it doesn't take ill do it again. And again until it does." With that, your ears turned red.

AAAAAH I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING 😢

[neonmetro]

Chat chat...hear me out. Deco and Eve sharing earbuds / air pods and listening to a playlist they made together... HEAR ME OUTT

They would just do so many cute things like that CONVINCED, like buying for each other and drawing each other stuff. And I feel like deco would SO send those cute videos that are me "me and you ?" And it's just two cats

Paris anon bringing you local brainrot to make you smile ᯓ★

-paris anon

SOOO TRUEEEE!! honestly deco would have such an impulse buying problem bc they'd be buying so many matching keychains/jewelry/games to share w eve and eve is just like "please... please let me treat you once" and deco goes "NO!!!! YOU'RE MY FRIEND I'LL TREAT!!!"

thank you paris anon ^^ this did make me happier..

[mutt-boy]

Okay, this is just copy and pasted from my notes, so it might be a bit jumbled, BUT HEAR ME OUTT. Pre Lucifer’s Cage Sam being very sensory seeking, like Dean: lots of listening to music and firm shoulder touches vs. After Lucifer’s Cage he gets entirely overstimulated and unable to handle too many sensations at once: Previously cherished moments of blasting rock in the impala with his brother now being too much- almost to the point of genuine pain; sitting there in the silence of the car, with your brother at the wheel, thinking about another thing that has been taken from you.

And then just a normal, non-angsty nd one I have is Sam having those good ol’ Autistic digestive issues, and that’s why he eats lots of salad and stuff.

THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME THANK YOU YOURE SO RIGHT

[lostfracturess]

nici bae i've had to put this chapter off for too long bc i was in an angst hiatus LOL but it's time. it's TIIIIIMEEE im so scared n nervous omg BUT IM SO READY AT THE SAME TIMESKSKRLSF btw hope ur vacay is going good <33

Meaningless when they couldn't be spoken to her, couldn't reach her, couldn't make her understand, couldn't heal the wound I'd carved into her heart.

STOPPPP im alr deceased omg. i love this sort of soliloquy at the beginning here it's so reflective of his state of mind

Each word a drop of poison forced down my throat. A self-inflicted wound, a desperate mutilation of the only thing that had ever felt real.

literally gonna claw my eyeballs out their sockets YOUR WRITING IS TOO GOOD AND THIS IS SO DEVASTATING

A familiar craving stirred my senses, the desperate need for the numbing escape that would mean failing her even more. My fingers clawed at my forearm, trying to replace the hollowness with physical pain. It wasn't enough.

the descriptions of his addiction are always so reeling it's like the reader can feel it too it's so scary but so immersive

Did you really think I wouldn't keep a backup?

IM SIICCKKKK OMG HIS BREAKDOWN IN HIS OFFICE IS SO INTENSE DR GOJO PLS. omg YES punch the fuck outta sukuna. ALSO IM LISTENING TO LOML BY TAYLOR SWIFT OFF HER NEW ALBUM TTPD AND IT'S OMGGG IT'S 100% S&C COUPLE PLS IM GONNA SOB

sighh gojo being unsure of his feelings for reader, idk i think sukuna is 100% gaslighting him. but gojo second guessing his OWN intentions has me so nervous rn too like "drag her down w me, see her drown"

UGHHH THE TECH MALFUNCTION THING sukuna better sleep with both eyes open tn. he craves problems im sure he wont mind the one where my fist is going into his face

oh my god honeslty like he needs to go to rehab. nothing else is gonna work for him atp. he needs PROFESSIONAL HELP.

She were out there, her life forever marked by my choices, while I was — here. Hiding in a haze of pills and smoke.

ughhh i love this line SOBS forever marked by my choices sent a chill down my spine

STOPPPP SATORU PLS YOUR LIVER'S GONNA GIVE OUTT

There was raw, unadulterated terror etched in her eyes. But I was right. She looked as beautiful as ever. Even with those terror-stricken eyes she was breathtaking.

UGHHH IM LOSING MY MIND i love how she's still looking out for him despite everything but seriously i cannot IMAGINE how terrified she must feel rn seeing him like that

STOPP MY EYES HAVE BEEN GLUED TO MY SCREEN BUT SHE SAID I LOVE YOU AHHHHH

More lies for a heart that deserved nothing but the truth. So I swallowed down the love threatening to spill from my lips. 

im literally tearing up n ive got fullbody chills

ok i ve gott a eat dinnner but i'mma send this ask rn cuz i don't wanna accidentally lose it n then pt2

elliee !! yes my vocation was great !! <3

also so so happy to hear you liked the whole inner monologue thingy going on in this chapter. i spend a unholy amount of time writing and editing this over and over again and am really happy with the outcome, so i'm so glad you like it too !! 😭😭

sighh gojo being unsure of his feelings for reader, idk i think sukuna is 100% gaslighting him. but gojo second guessing his OWN intentions has me so nervous rn too like "drag her down w me, see her drown"

yes he is !! sukuna really knows how to get under his skin, it's so so frustrating. but also makes him a good villain for the story hehe.

STOPPPP SATORU PLS YOUR LIVER'S GONNA GIVE OUTT

don't worry, i'm already on the waiting list for his liver transplant, he won't die 😂😂

UGHHH IM LOSING MY MIND i love how she's still looking out for him despite everything but seriously i cannot IMAGINE how terrified she must feel rn seeing him like that

yes yes yes !! i love how they will both hurt each other again and again but never stop caring for each other. i'm sick in the head, i love this so much 💔😭

so happy to hear you had chills while reading hehe (especially coming form a fellow writer) !! <3

[localanimegeek]

LICKS THE SCREEN VICIOUSLY HES MY HEAR ME OUT BUT ONLY BECAUSE NB ELSE LIKES HIM 😞😞😞😞 HE SHOULDNT BE A HEAR ME OUTT YALL SHOULDVE ALREADY BEEN LISTENING

❝ EGO MEETS HUMBLE. ❞

⚽︎ FEATURING. HUSBAND! JINPACHI EGO

CONTENT WARNINGS. established relationship + physiotherapist! reader + fluff + mild spoilers + fingering + teasing + overstimulation + dom! ego + sub! reader + squirting.

SYNOPSIS. egoist football athlete and the humble physical therapist.

it didn't start with i love yous' or the thing love at first sight.

the thought would randomly passed by as his blank gaze stares at the large screens in front of him. different statistics of players littering in the screen. improvement, he would say as he stares at those new egoists he created but still the thought lingers.

ego was 20. reaching the new heights of football along with noa. his brother-in-arms, they were like day and night and dominated football in their days. the media was crazy for them. although, noa was taking the limelight, he didn't mind. ego didn't need the lights. football was his life.

as an athlete, his overall health and skills were monitored and that job belongs to you. ego met you in one of the leagues sport's facility with the team he's currently playing for.

his own physical therapist.

coming to the room with your arms clutching the clipboard. wearing a plain shirt with dress pants showing casualness and professionalism. it was unlike for someone with your figure like you to be in a sports facility but you can never judge a book by it's cover.

the dark irises of him showing boredom in that room while you introduced yourself to him and ego gets a little annoyed by your humbleness. he wasn't used to that and he was given new perspective how different for it is to him and to you.

“ego-san. this is the new training regime and the diets i made especially for you. it strictly need to be followed for your overall health and to maintain the strength of your body. you'll be showing results in a week or so.” you briefly explained. handing him the list of trainings and the diets he need to follow and his eyes bore into yours.

“just doing my job.” you shrugged while he bleakly stares at you and he ignores you after that. “call me if you need clarifications or just follow ups, ego-san.” you say before walking away from him.

it took many times before you and ego could hold a decent conversation.

after that nasty collision with a player the thrice of his size and ego would be lying if that didn't hurt. football is a contact sport it was bound to happen.

“oh, that hurts.” you commented as you take a look at the bruise blooming in his arm and in his chest. “only needs an ice pack and some ointment and it's all good.” picking up the needed remedies for his bruises.

once the first aid was done and the the bruise has finished it's first stage of healing, a generous amount of ointment was spread to his chest and to his arm. making you lean closer to him. “that was great, ego-san. you know the final shot.”

ego raised his eyebrows at your comment. “you watchin'?” you look up to meet his eyes. “yep. i told you it's my job to watch you progress and keep up with your needs and i love the sport.”

“tell me if it hurts.” pressing your finger to the skin surrounding to his bruise. he didn't reply and you continued to massage the skin. stimulating blood flow to further speed up the healing.

ego hums. adjusting his eyeglasses. “you won't reach new heights in what you are now.”

“what?”

“you heard me. your humility won't get you nowhere. you're different from others. while they assert control in their patients you seem to hold back. i assume you are more than capable in this expertise of yours.” he bluntly said, the lenses in his eyeglasses glinting while he fixes them up.

you stare at him speechless before averting your gaze to him. damn that and it's kind of true. you were holding back. the wound seem to be better.

“i expect to be taken care of from the best.” putting his shirt back after you finished patching up.

“i'll put that in mind, ego-san.”

the rest was history.

you would be his personal therapist for the rest of his career days until he decided to quit or more like disappeared. he didn't tell you why he did that but you knew a man like ego have something more and he wouldn't quit like that out of the blue.

that feels like yesterday as jinpachi's thoughts flew by.

ego was 26. he decided to retire, still passionate about the sport he dedicated his whole life too and along with his retirement, he decided to make you his. the one who took care of him during his entire career and it's almost impossible to forget you. he's not the one for attachments and here he is, putting a ring in your finger. it was bliss. a pure bliss. there was nothing who could compare to you and in the first time. there's something, someone for him besides football.

“hi, jin.” followed by a kiss in his cheek. arms wrapped around in his shoulders and ego only looks at you at the sides. “boo, i should had been assigned to noel.” you teased, faking a pout and ego stares at you like you have done something atrocious in his career.

“oh jinpachi, i'm just kidding.” you say in between your giggles. recovering from that self-induced laughter, your face neutral and took notice of the control room you are in.

“are you sure it's fine for me to be here, jin?” you asked as you sat in the couch.

“yes, as stated in my contract in my free time/day offs i shall do whatever i please without interruptions and that includes you being here.” he answered, while crossing his legs in the swivel chair he was seated.

“oh okay.” standing up as the screen flares up with the stats of the boys who will be the next striker of the japanese team. “you've really roughed them up...” watching the various trainings and the matches he put them through and this was way much suited for ego. training the diamonds in the rough and finally you understand why ego decided to erase his existence in football.

cold, calculated and cruel. this is the ego jinpachi you knew. singlehandedly creating greatness and this is the fruit of his labors. blue lock is his legacy in the world of football.

you were like a child seeing snow for the first time and it was like the first time you were comfortable with him. he knew he isn't the best person to talk to and you were probably praying that you should have been with a another player to take care of but it is the opposite.

“that player reminds me of you, jin.”

“hmm?”

“this reminds me before you left soccer. i was so disappointed and sad? i'm your huge fan and i was shaking with nervousness when i was assigned to you and...”

this was new. ego didn't know you were rooting for him at that time for the reason you were too caught up with your duties and conditioning him and it did boost his ego when he finds out.

standing up, he went to approach you. casually replying to your idolizations of him.

“really? you're a fan of mine?” he whispers. cupping your soft jaw in his large, cold hands and you shiver. a huge devilish smile in his face when he sees your flustered expression in the reflections of the screen while he turned off the replays of the trainings and matches.

“yeah, a huuuuuge fan.” looking back at him.

he spun you around to face him. making you sit in the cold, hard top table, placing your palm in the edge to hold yourself.

ego chuckles at your playful answer at him. “are you still a fan of him even he's retired?”

“always.” you answered without a second thought. looking at him sincerely that it almost broke him but with a man with such huge ego. it can do a lot worse.

his thumb caressing your lower lip and your hand dusting off the imaginary stain in his black button up before you twist the straps of his bolo tie. experimentally tugging on it before he leans down to kiss you.

it started as a press before opening your mouth to permit him entrance and it was warm, wet and sloppy. the first kiss in months. the desperation and yearning evident on his lips, on his tongue. how it danced inside your mouth which you returned with the same want and rhythm. small whines of appreciation can be heard and ego deepens the kiss.

breathing become more intense, the more your tongues danced around, the more your heart seems to bit more.

reluctant to break the kiss, air was becoming the need. lips a little swollen and a string of saliva connecting to both of your lips. his dark irises blown with lust and yours a little hazy.

no words were spoken as you both stared. his hand creeping up under your flowy skirt. squeezing the supple flesh in your doughy thighs before parting your legs open.

his long, slender fingers ghosts over the skin in your inner thighs and rubbing the outline of your panties and ego smirks when he can feel it dampening at his touch. pushing your panties aside. his finger rubbing your lips before slowly inserting his index finger to your hole.

your jaw resting on his chest while you look up to him and ego watches in fascination when your face morphs into one of the pleasure when he inserted his finger into your hole.

your grip on his shirt tightening while he pumps his finger inside you, followed by another addition of his middle finger then pressing his fingers in your walls finding the spot that made you see stars and fuck, he did found it. a sadistic grin crossing in his lips when you moaned. it was like music he played on repeat and after many hears hearing it for the first time again.

your eyes getting glossy and ego licks his lips at the sight. continuing his torturous thrusts of his fingers inside you. the dexterity of his long, nimble fingers making wonders inside you. gaining the pleasure that ego deeply had fascination in.

his fingers dig in the flesh of your plush waist while you roll your hips meeting the rhythm of his fingers. thighs trembling and your abdomen clenching undoubtedly preparing you for the orgasm that ego will rip out from you.

“ah, ah.” ego warns. cups your chin in his hand that was previously digging in the flesh of your waist. “look at me when you cum.” he orders as you tried to hide your face in his shirt but not in his watch. you are not going to deny him of seeing you cum in his fingers.

how much did he missed it fucking you with his fingers. it's been so long and you wouldn't dare touching yourself with yours. a pathetic attempt of making yourself cum when your fingers couldn't reach the spots he can easily reach and ego prided himself on that.

with a curl of his fingers inside you, your orgasm breaks like a thin rope and it was your first in months. your hole sucking his fingers inside and the clear essence of your cum coating his.

“suck.” he commands and he smirks, watching you open your mouth obediently as you accommodate the long digits of his finger inside your mouth. he can feel your tongue swirling around before a slight hollowing of your cheeks indicating you sucking his fingers.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, ego crashed his lips into yours. tongue fighting inside you as he tastes yourself with your mouth.

his hand intertwined with yours. his sight lingering on the wedding band similar to his with both of your initials were engraved under the ring. he got you pinned under him. your clothes nowhere to be seen as his nimble fingers easily pulled the straps of your top before tugging your skirt and throwing it in the unknown part of his messy room.

his black polo strewn along your clothing and his pants long discarded. now ready to take part of the long session of devouring you.

ego grunts as he slowly impaled you with his long, hard cock. your velvety walls engulfing him with such want and ego stares at your bashful expression. years had passed and still acting like it was your first dick. it was the many things he exploits in teasing you and you would be a babbling, cock-drunk mess in the next minutes.

it started with slow, deep thrusts. despite his lanky appearance, ego still possess the strength he have as a pro-athlete. what strength he use to kick the long shot of balls now dedicated in fucking you senseless.

watching as every part of you bounce and jiggles. your tummy folded while he pounded into you. your flesh spilling out in his fingers while he holds and squeeze the flesh while he goes deeper. hearing the sweet moans and those whines he longed to hear. followed by the cries of you begging him. it's always too much and he's giving it back for the days you exceeded in taking care of him.

licking and bites the expanse of the skin in your chest and makes you laugh a little cause it tickles.

your gaze are warm and comforting. like it always stares with such kindness and ego isn't a munch. always took pride in making you cry and still you remain that look in your eyes. he's mean, cruel and cold. that's why he's cold and only you who could melt that off.

his sight could be a bitch too during intimate moments. his glasses would slide off but you were there to put them back and it only make things hotter. seeing you in all glory of being naked with him. face contorts into cutest expressions.

a squeeze brought him back to his current position. even with that thinking of his, he still can feel you surrounding him and long he releases inside you. making sure you've milked him for all he's worth but he ain't stopping until you come for the umpteenth time.

you forgot how many times he made you come and your pussy starting to feel numb and then the unbelievable tightness of your cunt made you cry in panic.

“j-jin. i'm going to pee.” trying to get away from his inhumane pounding and he only grins. relishing in your panic state. holding your hips in a grip that bruises would bloom after this.

“do it.”

“noooo.”

but your body involuntarily did. spraying his pelvis with the clear liquid coming from you. soaking his dick and a devilish smirk would follow. continuing his thrusts. the obscene squelch of your shame resonating in the room and you know he wouldn't stop until he's satisfied.

sweat covered skins and his pale skin littered with scratch you almost feel guilty. it stings for sure but ego loves when it stings. been so long since he felt it and tomorrow he's going back to being a coach for this players.

misty eyes he sees and he can still see tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. recovering from the pleasure he had given to you.

“i brought you food, jin.” grimacing at the discarded cup noodles and plates of instant yakisoba in the sink.

“great.” he replies. standing up to pick up your clothes and helps you get dressed while his hands wanders all over your plump body.

ego jinpachi with an ego, the size of the whole football stadium could be a little humble when his wife is present.

[yuurivoice-headcannon-central]

Last one for today from me (probably) how would Charlie Al and seth comfort listener and yes I have been obsessed with Charlie way too much as of late what fucken of it/lh

oKAY

I can DEFINITELY DO THIS FOR YA MATE SO BUCKLE IN CUZ HERE WE MCFUCKIN GOO

Ch a r li e--

if you're crying,, oh hun

you're gon have to give him a minute cuz he's accessing THE SHIT out of the situation and lowkey panicking at the same time

he'd have so many questions to ask you, but not know where tf to start cUZ BITCH--

YOU'RE UPSETTI AND POSSIBLY CRYING AND THAT'S A NO NO

so after a sec he's gon awkwardly try and calm ya down

"h-hey,, hey? it's uh, it's alright! don't worry,, p-please??"

and let me tell you, leT ME TELL YOU

he's gon be so slow with you

he'd slowly sit himself down beside you and let you crawl into his arms AND HE'D GENTLY RUB CIRCLES INTO YO ARMS BITCH

LET YOU LAY YOUR HEAD ON HIS CHEST OR LAP, ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU COMFY SWEETHEART <333

and he'd definitely, without a doubt let you borrow his sleeveless coat thingy or quickly snag you a blanket to burrito-fy yourself with

but if you end up not scooting closer to him, he'll gently rest against you until you do decide to snuggle into him for the sweet sweet RAT COMFORT

and this mans is pulling every card to try and distract you from whatever's stressin and/or messin' with ya

so prepare for the most horrific stand-up comedy of your life

"s-so umm,, I heard, I heard about this guy that got his right side-- no wait wait, that's not how it goes,, wait, was it? yeah, no,, no no

his left side! h-he go his left side cut off,, or something? and umm,,

I heard he's doing all right now, hah hah???"

he'd probably stop at some point when the dread of "ah shit, I'm just annoying them and making things worst start to kick in"

SO IF YOU WANT HIM TO STAY either

1) hold onto him,, this will encourage THE SHIT OUTTA HIM AND HE'LL STAY WITH YOU FOR FUCKIN HOURS

2) pipe into his lil shit show of comedy

"what was that joke with the uh,, sherlock and watson?"

"oh! the one alexa tells you,,? well, I'm pretty sure -d-don't, don't take my word on it, haha- it went something like--"

and he'll do all the talking you need to fill the silence and keep out any unnecessary thoughts with his stupid back-of-cereal-box jokes and random banter about who knows the fuck what

and now for ya boy Seth cuz I definitely don't have favorites shut the fuck up

/sigghhh

he,,

fuckin HE

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOIN BUT ALSO

LOWKEY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE DOIN' LIKE TF WHAT SIR HOW????

he's gon be REAL physically affectionate with ya, so I'm talkin cuddles, snacks, whatever the fuck ya need sugar he will provide

is GOING TO be spooning you or have you laying ontop of him so he can gently rub your back, stomach, arms wherever he can get his hands on

totally will stroke your hair though like,, prepare for the best head massages of your life

and he'll happily listen to whatever you have to rant out or just chill with you while listenin to some chill classic rock, ya know like,, fuckin blink-182 or some shit :p

will definitely be putting on something for you both to watch as ya'll snuggles n wuggles on the couch <33

just,,

asgsfssfsshgsa sUCH GOOD VIBES ALL ROUND BUCKOS

cue Seth tucking you into bed if you fall asleep ontop of him q3q

AND NOW FOR THE FINAL BOY

OUR PINK PASTEL SUGAR DIDDLE DUM PRINCE <3333

ya thought Seth was a cuddler?

hOnEY--

Al's a whole other story lolol

will REFUSE for you to leave his side

boo, you're staying there until you're a happy lil cupcake

no bads

only goods

and ya know what makes good?

C U D D L E S

SO CUDDLE UP SWEETIE

but snacks will always be a definite, ya'll ain't having snuggles without a nice bowl of m&ms or chips ahoy the soft ones specifically cuzthosearehtebestonesfightme

and just as our boy Seth would, Al will gladly hear you out on whatever ya need to let out and will pitch in his thoughts

which,, sometimes tend to slip out accidentally, but his responses tend to get a good chuckle outta ya

"seriously??? yeesh,, wonder how many skittles it'd take to drown out that kinda bullshit outt a fella--"

is secretly trying SUPER DUPER hard to get a smile out of ya, or at least lighten ya mood a lil :]]

WILL MAKE A PILLOW FORT FOR YOU

EVEN IF YA INSIST HE DON'T

HE FUCKIN WILL

YOU ARE BEING SPOILED TONIGHT YOU ABSOLUTE DIVINE BEING